My Life's Story
:Disclaimers here:
Happy jester.
That's what they see me as.
Little do they know.
That's it's just a mask.
The smiles fake.
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I sit down in my room which I share with a roommate. My mind reflects all the thoughts, memories, pain of my life. I sigh. No one knows or cares about my life. I'm just here to entertain and keep the other pilots happy. But what about me? I'm lonely and I don't have anyone to help comfort me. Is helping others feel good about themselves and to keep them entertained the only purpose in this miserable life of mine? There has to be something more...
My thoughts were interrupted when my roommate and comrade at arms walked into the room. My mask instantly goes up. "Hey Heero!" I say cheerfully.
"Hn," was the answer I received from him. He goes to sit down at the desk and works on his laptop.
"Can't you say anything else oh icy one?" I ask. He glares his famous glare towards me. I back off right away and shrug. Knowing that he doesn't want to be bothered, I walk out of the room and over to the kitchen. I don't feel very hungry, but it's something that'll pass the time. I pass the library where I see Trowa and Quatre playing their musical instruments. I feel a pang of jealous as I watched them. How can they be so close? They were best friends and were always there for each other. I never had anyone do that for me before. I sigh once again before heading to the kitchen once again.
I pass the basement and know that Wufei was meditating. I was also jealous of him. He had someone who cared for him although she was gone. Heck, I was jealous of everyone in the safe house. Heero had Relena after him and that was enough for me to know that I was not really wanted as a person. By now, I had completely lost my appetite. I shake my head and decide to go outside and bike around to clear my head.
I get my leather jacket and put it on. I step outside and let the cool crisp air clear my head. I put on my helmet and hop onto my motorcycle. I rev the engine and burn rubber as I drove away from the safe house. I don't know where I'm going, but I drove fast and dangerous. I slowed down as i found my self near a club. I park and walk into the club with no problem.
I order a drink and watch the dancers and the singers. I don't know how many drinks I've had, but soon I feel dizzy and drowsy. I try to stand up but my legs are like noodles and I fall back into my chair. I struggle to look at my watch. It's 2:27. I curse under my breath and try to once again stand up. Once again I failed, but before I hit the floor, strong arms pull me up. I hear a grunt as they lifted my weight. I look up to see my rescuer.
"Hey Heero," I say in a slurred voice. He glared at me but I take no notice. My head hangs limply as Heero dragged me to the car. I see the motorcycle tied to the back. Heero shoves me through the opened door of the car and fastens my seatbelt. He shuts the door and appears in the driver's seat.
"Hey, how'd you do that?" I ask. "How'd you disappear from here to over there?" Heero looks at me in disgust and shakes his head. He starts driving and concentrates on the road.
Then he speaks to me in an angry voice. "You shouldn't have drunks so much Duo. You had us all worried when you didn't come back to the safe house."
"I didn't know you guys cared," my voice is dripping with sarcasm. Heero looks at me with a surprised look before looking back at the road. "I can take care of myself," I mumbled. Heero snorted. My head was pounding and I shut my eyes. Blissful unconsciousness then overwhelmed me.
:Disclaimers here:
Happy jester.
That's what they see me as.
Little do they know.
That's it's just a mask.
The smiles fake.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
I sit down in my room which I share with a roommate. My mind reflects all the thoughts, memories, pain of my life. I sigh. No one knows or cares about my life. I'm just here to entertain and keep the other pilots happy. But what about me? I'm lonely and I don't have anyone to help comfort me. Is helping others feel good about themselves and to keep them entertained the only purpose in this miserable life of mine? There has to be something more...
My thoughts were interrupted when my roommate and comrade at arms walked into the room. My mask instantly goes up. "Hey Heero!" I say cheerfully.
"Hn," was the answer I received from him. He goes to sit down at the desk and works on his laptop.
"Can't you say anything else oh icy one?" I ask. He glares his famous glare towards me. I back off right away and shrug. Knowing that he doesn't want to be bothered, I walk out of the room and over to the kitchen. I don't feel very hungry, but it's something that'll pass the time. I pass the library where I see Trowa and Quatre playing their musical instruments. I feel a pang of jealous as I watched them. How can they be so close? They were best friends and were always there for each other. I never had anyone do that for me before. I sigh once again before heading to the kitchen once again.
I pass the basement and know that Wufei was meditating. I was also jealous of him. He had someone who cared for him although she was gone. Heck, I was jealous of everyone in the safe house. Heero had Relena after him and that was enough for me to know that I was not really wanted as a person. By now, I had completely lost my appetite. I shake my head and decide to go outside and bike around to clear my head.
I get my leather jacket and put it on. I step outside and let the cool crisp air clear my head. I put on my helmet and hop onto my motorcycle. I rev the engine and burn rubber as I drove away from the safe house. I don't know where I'm going, but I drove fast and dangerous. I slowed down as i found my self near a club. I park and walk into the club with no problem.
I order a drink and watch the dancers and the singers. I don't know how many drinks I've had, but soon I feel dizzy and drowsy. I try to stand up but my legs are like noodles and I fall back into my chair. I struggle to look at my watch. It's 2:27. I curse under my breath and try to once again stand up. Once again I failed, but before I hit the floor, strong arms pull me up. I hear a grunt as they lifted my weight. I look up to see my rescuer.
"Hey Heero," I say in a slurred voice. He glared at me but I take no notice. My head hangs limply as Heero dragged me to the car. I see the motorcycle tied to the back. Heero shoves me through the opened door of the car and fastens my seatbelt. He shuts the door and appears in the driver's seat.
"Hey, how'd you do that?" I ask. "How'd you disappear from here to over there?" Heero looks at me in disgust and shakes his head. He starts driving and concentrates on the road.
Then he speaks to me in an angry voice. "You shouldn't have drunks so much Duo. You had us all worried when you didn't come back to the safe house."
"I didn't know you guys cared," my voice is dripping with sarcasm. Heero looks at me with a surprised look before looking back at the road. "I can take care of myself," I mumbled. Heero snorted. My head was pounding and I shut my eyes. Blissful unconsciousness then overwhelmed me.